Page 18 of Hades

The next day he welcomed ten of the aunts back.

Of course, he knew those women were not blood related and just as well from the way they eyed Kyle up and down as he ushered them into the house and made them comfortable in the kitchen with coffee and cookies.

He was a welcoming pimp.

“Oh-my-god, look how you’ve grown.” One prattled. Lust in her brown eyes as she skimmed her gaze down his body and stayed on his crotch. Since they’d last seen him Kyle bulked up, more so this last year, his height had increased by a few inches taking him to a lofty six-two and still growing, shoulders wider from all the manual labor he’d endured both at the MC and the odd jobs he’d taken on a few local ranches. With firm muscle and a deep tan, he was an attraction for women of all ages, Dana had told him so many times.

“You’re so blonde and handsome, look at our boy, Mitzy!” She went on, threading her fingers into his short-cropped hair. He smiled in attempt to not wrench her filthy fucking hands away, the smile didn’t reach his eyes.

He needed these women on side if he was to make money with their pussy and mouths.

Kyle was a shark looking at a sea of kittens.

“What have you been eating, sonny?” Mitzy flashed a saucy, testing grin, doing her own looking over his body. The tight T-shirt stretched across his chest and arms and she made sure to run her fingers along every inch before he stepped back.

He faked bashful and dipped his head. “Ah, you know, just food.” God, he was bored. Time to get this moving. “I’m glad you came by. I heard some of you weren’t doing good and I wanted to help.”

“Awww.” They all simpered, buying his phoney sympathy.

“You ladies had a good thing going years ago, but it was run like shit. With me behind it, you could all make a load of cash.” He recognized interest trigger in their eyes. Women were greedy bitches when offered a few nice lies dripped with a smile, he tapped into that greed and fed them more lies of how he’d take care of them, see that the business was run as it should be. “And I promise no fucking priests.”

They all laughed. Each of them had been abused by Xavier.

“What about your mom, won’t she have something to say about it?”

“Leave her to me.”

“And you, will you be taking the spoils just like the priest did?” one asked. Her sexual interest was clear as she licked her lower lip and eyed Kyle like a God.

The bitch was nearing forty, her tits were okay, he supposed, and she had a slim figure, thick black hair and good teeth, but to fuck her? Laughable. He wouldn’t touch her with Marinos’s dick.

He smiled instead, and poured their coffee.

“Strictly professional, ladies, we all want to make money, right? I’ll deal with the business side, I provide a roof over your head, food in your bellies, you do the hands-on satisfaction, we each win, and I guarantee your lives will be so much different this time next year. I’m nothing like Xavier. I don’t want to fuck you. I want to help you earn money in the way I know you can, you’re smart, beautiful, creative and he didn’t capitalize your potential. He kept you buried for his own depraved sake.”

Fuck, they were buying it, sending Kyle adoring smiles. He knew then they’d agree.

Within the month he’d have the whorehouse busy as ever.

Business taken care of, agreements formed, he used that week to move the aunts back into his house, only this time they were under his ruling. He might only be eighteen, but they listened to him, sought him out for instruction and took note of his edicts.

Kyle felt powerful for the first time in a long time.

There was no one to tell him what to do, what he couldn’t do. He was his own man, the king of the castle. And he fucking loved it.

Five months. Five months was all it took to get that perverted paradise up and running. Naturally, for the first few weeks it was hard going, to the point he was stuck eating PB and J for days on end, he now had to look after ten women and not just his mom who still relied on her medicine as any addict did, money became even tighter, and fuck, did they piss him off wanting this, needing that, to the aunts he was mister moneybags pimp and they needed primping shit for the few johns through the door. He got clever with his stealing, robbed a liquor store over in Westbank Falls.

“Kyle, sweetie…”

His gaze was as flat and still as the surface of an undiscovered puddle. Patience wearing thin, he had to keep in the front of his mind the aunts were earning his money.

Silence. He longed for silence.

That high-pitched nothingness, and he hadn’t heard it in months. The house was too full, and he was forever jumping from one job to the next.

"Yeah, Lynn, what do you need?"

And so, it went for five long months. And then the whorehouse began to turn a profit. Perverted bastards started coming from out of town and staying for days.

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